"Okay!"

Zhao Ke accepted the postage and began to pack it up for Zhang Haigen.

Three taels of braised pork, a sausage, and two pieces of boiled dough cakes, cut into pieces, and put them in a bowl with the bag of ingredients.

Sprinkle a pinch of coriander, chopped green onions, and pour half a spoonful of brine, which is simply outrageous.

"That's it, 2 o'clock post?? Not even a single bowl of TM??? ”

Zhang Haigen carried a plastic bag and walked back with a blinded face, thinking that there should be a lot of postage points at 2 o'clock, just like that?

In an instant, Zhang Haigen suddenly felt that he had been slaughtered.

looked back at Zhao Ke: "Hey, Qingdao prawns are not as expensive as you, and cutting cakes is more affordable than you, Lao Tzu wants to return it!" ”

Zhao Ke glanced at Zhang Haigen, took out a sign from the side and stood aside.

Pointing to the eight words on the sign, "Food Sold, No Return" said: "Love to eat or not, don't eat and get out." ”

"Holy!"

Zhang Haigen was stunned, he had never seen such arrogance.

If it weren't for Qi Liang and them, Zhang Haigen really wanted to rush up and smash his stall.

"Forget it, let's go quickly, there's still business."

Qi Liang didn't want to make more trouble, so he pulled Zhang Haigen out of here, and after walking out of the crowd, the more Zhang Haigen thought about it, the more angry he became, looking at the bag of braised meat in his hand.

I wanted to throw it away, but when I thought about it, after all, it was exchanged for two points of postage, and it was a pity to throw it away.

"Why don't you taste it, you can't just throw it away, right?"

Zhang Haigen was holding a plastic bag, he was very embarrassed, he wanted to buy a bunch of them, but it turned out to be such a small bag, he couldn't throw it away, he couldn't eat it, that feeling was ......

"You eat, I don't like meat."

Qi Liang shook his head, and didn't take another look at the braised meat in Zhang Haigen's hand.

It's not that this pot of old marinade is not attractive enough.

But every time Qi Liang saw such a big pot of cooking meat, he couldn't help but think of the first time he entered the terrifying space.

I was in Xiong's family, and I ate the pot of stew.

As soon as he thought about it, Qi Liang's stomach couldn't help churning.

Obviously, this incident has become Qi Liang's psychological shadow, and every time I think about it, I can't get rid of it.

"Okay, we're done."

Seeing that Qi Liang didn't eat, Zhang Haigen and his companions put the plastic bag in their hands, and each of them took a symbolic bite, although they all knew that they had been deceived.

But if you don't eat it, you will feel even more embarrassed, after all, it is 2 o'clock postage exchange.

However, when I took a bite of braised pork, I saw Zhang Haigen and his companions slam their steps, and they couldn't help but glance at each other.

"Goodong" swallowed a mouthful of saliva down the throats of the two.

looked at the bag of boiled boiled boiled in his hand again: "It's so fragrant!" ”

2 points of postage, for low-level postmen, may not be affordable, but the amount is too small, no matter how cost-effective.

But in the eyes of the intermediate postman, this bit of postage is really not much.

It's just that many people are greedy to see it, but they really go up to buy it, but there are not many, and more people are watching the excitement.

"Hmph, I went to the ghost market to buy stew, and I was pushing a cart, hehe, I'm afraid that even people with cars will be taken away."

Someone walked by, smiling coldly in his heart.

If the ghost market allowed stalls, it would have been no different from the vegetable market on the street.

The ghost went to open a store.

Although there is no explicit prohibition, it seems to be an unspoken rule that everyone acquiesces at the same time.

The other party set up a stall like this, and it was actually at the door of the Red Smoke Pavilion.

In the eyes of many people, Zhao Ke is not far from bad luck.

It's just that a group of people are waiting left and right, but they don't see the people from the Red Smoke Pavilion interfering.

Even a few turtle princes and girls stood at the door, staring at Zhao Ke's pot of stew, looking strange for a while.

Zhao Ke was not in a hurry, and waited slowly.

Earning postage points is a trivial matter, Zhao Ke doesn't believe it, he takes the cook's stew to sell on the street, and the cook will give up.

After all, this thing was given to her by her.

I didn't let myself sell it.

It's like pirating the author's money and charging shamelessly.

"Hey, bring me two."

After a long time, someone finally pressed his belly and stepped forward to buy two copies to taste.

Since the Red Smoke Pavilion doesn't care, maybe it still acquiesces.

"I'll have a copy too."

There are one and two, and it was originally to watch the excitement.

But I didn't see the excitement, but I smelled this fragrance, and the more I smelled it, the more fragrant it became, and the more I looked at it, the more unbearable it felt.

The fragrance is so tempting, I saw the brine boiling in the pot, and the fragrance was getting stronger the more I cooked.

The sticky soup is poured over the stewed and eroded pieces of meat, and people can't help but want to go up and add a bite of that flavor.

If you say, this dish belongs to a small jasper, a delicate and exquisite girl.

Then Lu Cai is a graceful and luxurious, upright lady.

Sichuan cuisine is like a heroine in Yasukuni who does not let her eyebrows.

Yu cuisine, delicate and beautiful, delicate and stingy.

As for the marinade...... This product is the demon girl in the red face of three thousand zhang.

Or the old mother who still has the grace in the red smoke house.

What, you're old, you're not interested?

Oh, young!

The moment she takes off her dentures, a tune rings in your head, and the name of the song is "Conquest!" ”

"Thorny ......"

When the braised pork arrives, some people can't wait to taste it.

For a while, the surrounding fragrance was overflowing.

As soon as I bit into it, I felt that the marinade in the meat piece flowed out between my teeth, and I couldn't help but suck the soup inside.

And a small pinch of coriander in it is more like injecting soul into the braised meat, and the change in taste makes people appetite, and people unconsciously eat the braised meat in their hands.

"One more, not ten, Lao Tzu will take it back and add steamed buns to eat."

After some people finished eating, they couldn't help but buy ten more copies and put them in the stamp book, intending to enjoy this gluttonous feast.

Otherwise, eating in small bites like this is really not enjoyable.

"I want five!"

"I'll also have five servings, with coriander! Add onions! Add chili oil and add it all! ”

Suddenly, Zhao Ke's stall was full of people.

Zhao Ke lined up to start selling, seeing that half a pot of stew was almost sold out, but the cook never appeared.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke simply buckled the lid of the pot.

"Sorry, I'm going to change places."

Since the chef didn't show up, it may be that the chef is really not in the red smoke restaurant, so Zhao Ke can only change places and continue to sell.

"Alas, what kind of place are you changing?"

Someone had already lined up in front, but Zhao Ke suddenly wanted to change places, and he was naturally extremely depressed.

But Zhao Ke ignored them, shifted his position, and pushed the cart to the other side of the ghost market.

Seeing this, everyone could only helplessly follow behind Zhao Ke, still maintaining a neat formation.

watched Zhao Ke walk away.

Mo Ju came out of front of the door, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she waved her hand to call a steward: "Go, follow behind, say hello to those bosses, don't open your eyes, and make your mother-in-law unhappy when the time comes." ”

ordered people to keep an eye on it, and Mo Ju only begged this little master in his heart, but he didn't make any trouble.

It can be seen that my mother-in-law has been in a bad mood recently.

Last time, because he wrote a note to him, his mother-in-law cut off a big waist with scissors.

Now that I heard that Zhao Ke was coming, they all hid inside and didn't dare to come out.

Zhao Ke specially pushed the car and ran to sell it outside a few restaurants.

As a result, the diners inside stopped eating and ran out to line up to buy stew.

What's amazing is that several restaurants, including the Lion Building, didn't care about this, which made many people who watched the excitement disappointed.

But there are also people who have been careful.

For example, the current one.

Seeing that someone was selling braised stew to make such a profit, his eyes were rolling around, and he tried to set up a stall as well.

Outcome...... Before the things were placed, they were instantly surrounded by four or five big men.

Before he could resist, he was caught in the alley.

Those who came were all masters of the masters, at least intermediate postmen.

There is no room for the other party to resist at all, it is completely a one-sided violent beating.

"Dare to set up a stall in a ghost market? This time it's a lesson, next time hum! ”

The one who was beaten was not convinced, pointed in the direction of Zhao Ke in the distance, and screamed: "What about him? Why don't you beat him? ”

Several people looked at each other: "People have a backstage, we can't control it." ”

"It's amazing to have a backstage! And there is no royal law! There are no rules, you are cheating! ”

The lord who was beaten on the ground had a blue nose and swollen face after being beaten, but he didn't dare to fight back, so he could only open his mouth and shout.

However, when several big men heard this, they nodded very cautiously: "That's right, there is a backstage, it's really amazing, it can really be without rules, it can really be lawless, hahahaha!" Keep beating it! ”

Ignore the wails coming from the alley.

On the other side, Zhao Ke saw that the pot of stewed was about to be sold out, and the cook never appeared.

Zhao Ke was also depressed.

Fortunately, the benefits brought by a pot of stew to Zhao Ke are amazing.

Zhao Ke was looking around, trying to find the figure of the cook, but he didn't notice that the postage points in his stamp album were rising.

When Zhao Ke found out that the stew was almost sold out.

Take a look at the postage points in the stamp book, and then I found that my postage points have actually reached 320 points.

This pot of stewed boiled food brought Zhao Ke a net profit of more than 100 postage points.

The point is that the cost is less than 1 postage, and there is no need to pay taxes.

"Hey, this is more profitable than those celebrities, and it can also evade taxes openly!"

Zhao Ke looked at his earnings, and the depression in his heart finally calmed down a lot.

"Brother, is there anything else?? If you don't want to give some soup, it's fine. ”

Some people saw that the braised boiled water had been sold out, and began to remember the little brine in the pot.

However, Zhao Ke put the things away: "Sorry, it's sold out, wait for next time." ”

After packing up his things, Zhao Ke walked around the ghost market and bought a little garbage stamps to use as fuel for Daxia Ding.

I can't find it this time, I will continue to look for it next time, Zhao Ke doesn't believe it, how long can the cook endure it.

After all, the formula is still in his hands, and the key is that if he continues like this, he doesn't seem to have to worry about mailing.

Just as Zhao Ke was about to leave, a familiar fragrance flashed at the tip of his nose.

Zhao Ke subconsciously turned his head and saw a back figure disappearing into the alley on the side.

"It's her!"